Tuesday, 14 February 2012

What’s the point of Tuesday?

You’re neither the beginning, nor the end, of the week. And you in’t in middle either.

There you stand, between Monday and Wednesday, without so much as a E = mc2.Squeezed between Monday’s depression and Wednesday’s equilibrium.Just as Tuesday is between Monday and Wednesday,So Thursday is between Wednesday and FridayYet Thursday glimmers so slightly and lightlyFrom Saturday’s coming glow.When Tuesday come, it come weakly, not uniquely.

Thursday is as yellow as a yellow thing. O’What?!Tuesday, on the contrary, has the hue of a pale arse (But without the brains.)Tuesday’s a tear stain on a discarded underpant.It’s a crushed bollock on a haggard dwarf.It’s not-I, not-you, not-Barney McGrewIt ain’t my east, my west, my bestest vest.